Dream Weaver 2.9

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My friend Juliet described a dream for me:

Didn’t sleep well last night, the dreams included one in which a conversation came up at my sister’s home in which her husband made a remark about how people who have had abortions are going to rot in hell, to which I responded that I guessed I was going to rot in hell then, to which he told me I needed to get out of his family’s house.

Part of the dream I didn’t mention above is that I was at my sister’s house for some family event (probably a kid’s birthday party) and after my sister’s husband said I’d have to leave the house, I said, “Well I guess that means you’re going to have to drive me home then” and he angrily told me to get in his car and no immediate family members objected to him driving me home, indicating that nobody else thought he was overreacting and I was in the total minority.

The best thing about people is they’re all pieces of shit.

Since dreams are just a slightly separate reality, let’s discuss this for what it is: reality. Although this happened in your dream life, I’d be willing bet my skin that this has happened in someone’s waking life.

It’s a good thing, the best thing, even, to have compassion for others. It’s also a good thing to recognize that a lot of people are automatons. This includes me; I’m an automaton in a lot of ways, especially in the fact that I think this. But it’s important to understand that this observation isn’t about politics, not the binary liberal v conservative paradigm, it’s about entrenchment. Most of us are sure about things, and I know I’ve said this a lot in the past, but surety is the source of bad vibes in the world. Besides surety, entrenchment also requires a lack of imagination.

Let’s call a lack of imagination what it is, laziness. Imagination isn’t a magical power shot through the heavens toward our skulls, just a flexing of what’s inside them. This time of year people’s laziness reaches its zenith. Holidays are stupid, we all know it, still we partake. We get pulled into the expectations of others. Fuck that.

I’m not against religion. I just think there should be more of them. And really, there are. My beliefs, my inner voice, is a religion, but it will never be recognized as such because what we call religions are power structures, upon which the cloak of spiritual practices has been draped. Writing a poem is a spiritual practice in my world, do I get the day off work for that? Also, I think Jesus was a pretty rad dude. If he was here right now I’d totally smoke a bowl and do some yoga with him, play him the new Sunn 0))).

Why don’t we storm the money changers to celebrate his birth? Because this was something the dude did. I just don’t see how completing the cycle of slavery through consumption of garbage, which in turn fills the  scumfucks’ pockets, is a good way to celebrate Jesus. I don’t think anyone really does though. They just do what they’re doing because they think it’s easier than the alternative, which it’s not.

I guess this relates to abortion somehow, because my religion is all about cloud worship. So I talk shit on people who fly on airplanes, because you know, they burst clouds. My friend’s religion is LSD, so he poured LSD into the public water supply. I actually applaud him for that. The sky’s religion is paper aiplanes, so it shoots lightning at the trees. Someone’s religion was watching Carlos Castenada doing really creepy yoga, and I applaud that also.

What I don’t applaud is a lack of imagination. How come DMX doesn’t have his own religion yet? I think every June 25th people should smoke crack and drive through the fence at JFK airport. Call it DMXmas. Hey, it’s better than wasting a paycheck on shit nobody wants.

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About Adam Tedesco

Adam Tedesco has worked as a shipbuilder, a meditation instructor, a telephone technician, and as a cultural critic for the now disbanded Maoist Internationalist Movement. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pith, Funhouse, Cosmonauts Avenue, Hobart and elsewhere. He lives under a shed in Albany, New York. Portrait By Mary Charlene https://www.etsy.com/people/missmarycharlene View all posts by Adam Tedesco

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